December 22nd, Evening
Sitting inside the carriage as it was pulled along, the little blonde elf was smiling to herself, a goofy thing really, as she hummed quietly. It was the same tune that had been stuck in her head all day, the same tune she played over and over again; the song that the music box Glenn made for her played. The box itself had been beautiful, in her favorite color and everything, a fact she noted and appreciated. Then again, considering her attire, the fact that blue was her favorite color was pretty obvious... She had loved the song, and had plans to try to learn it later. Perhaps on her violin? No no, that wouldn't do. Woodwinds would work best for it.
The thing that had made it all so wonderful though, was the note inside. Vanimle sila tiri ve' Tel'anar, it had read. Addressed to her! Never did she think anyone would say such words of her... Carley's smile grew a little more dreamy and goofy in quality as she let out a content sigh, though the smile did fade a touch as bright blues paused upon the simple brown bag in her lap. Her own gift to Glenn, she thought, was rather lacking. Usually during the Winter Solstice she doled out small gifts, simple gifts, or no gifts at all. And usually that's what she received as well. Something so nice from him was a bit unexpected. Her own gift was simple; a slightly worn leather bound book on the elven language. Really, just a Common-Elvish dictionary- though it was pretty, with gold edged pages and matching gilded lettering on the front, words depicted in elvish. To give it a more personal touch, on the inside front cover, she had carefully and neatly penned out a short inscription:
Despite the language you speak, or the appearance you wear, remember that yer Glenn, and that means so much more than anything else. Even as ya learn more of your lineage, don't forget who you are now, and don't ever try to change into what you think is right, because yer great just as ya are now.
Corlle naa tirinin ar'urnuinin.
Lle,
C
Along the way to Glenn's, Carley had stopped at a couple places in something of a panic. What else could she get him? Even if she knew? Most stores were closed, and vendors had packed up and were home for the holidays. The only thing she managed to find was someone selling candies and mints, so she had bought a handful of those and tossed them in the bag as well. A book and candy... gosh she should have done better than that.
So engrossed in thoughts, she had nearly missed the fact the driver was pulling past the small road leading to Glenn's barn. She blinked as she caught sight of it out the window, and shook her head. "Hey, this is it!" Knocking on the side of the carriage, she waited until it stopped before hopping out. The driver received pay and a generous tip before she went bouncing down the road towards the barn. Her cloak was worn as usual, but beneath it? Carley had actually taken care to dress up a little, in a simple dark blue bell sleeve dress that fell to her knees, and light colored stockings. Boots had been traded in for flat mary janes, and even the beret and feather was forgone for the moment. Approaching the door, she knocked on it quickly, shifting weight from foot to foot as bag was held behind her back, not quite hidden behind such a tiny frame though. Bright blues lifted expectantly as she waited.
Sitting inside the carriage as it was pulled along, the little blonde elf was smiling to herself, a goofy thing really, as she hummed quietly. It was the same tune that had been stuck in her head all day, the same tune she played over and over again; the song that the music box Glenn made for her played. The box itself had been beautiful, in her favorite color and everything, a fact she noted and appreciated. Then again, considering her attire, the fact that blue was her favorite color was pretty obvious... She had loved the song, and had plans to try to learn it later. Perhaps on her violin? No no, that wouldn't do. Woodwinds would work best for it.
The thing that had made it all so wonderful though, was the note inside. Vanimle sila tiri ve' Tel'anar, it had read. Addressed to her! Never did she think anyone would say such words of her... Carley's smile grew a little more dreamy and goofy in quality as she let out a content sigh, though the smile did fade a touch as bright blues paused upon the simple brown bag in her lap. Her own gift to Glenn, she thought, was rather lacking. Usually during the Winter Solstice she doled out small gifts, simple gifts, or no gifts at all. And usually that's what she received as well. Something so nice from him was a bit unexpected. Her own gift was simple; a slightly worn leather bound book on the elven language. Really, just a Common-Elvish dictionary- though it was pretty, with gold edged pages and matching gilded lettering on the front, words depicted in elvish. To give it a more personal touch, on the inside front cover, she had carefully and neatly penned out a short inscription:
Despite the language you speak, or the appearance you wear, remember that yer Glenn, and that means so much more than anything else. Even as ya learn more of your lineage, don't forget who you are now, and don't ever try to change into what you think is right, because yer great just as ya are now.
Corlle naa tirinin ar'urnuinin.
Lle,
C
Along the way to Glenn's, Carley had stopped at a couple places in something of a panic. What else could she get him? Even if she knew? Most stores were closed, and vendors had packed up and were home for the holidays. The only thing she managed to find was someone selling candies and mints, so she had bought a handful of those and tossed them in the bag as well. A book and candy... gosh she should have done better than that.
So engrossed in thoughts, she had nearly missed the fact the driver was pulling past the small road leading to Glenn's barn. She blinked as she caught sight of it out the window, and shook her head. "Hey, this is it!" Knocking on the side of the carriage, she waited until it stopped before hopping out. The driver received pay and a generous tip before she went bouncing down the road towards the barn. Her cloak was worn as usual, but beneath it? Carley had actually taken care to dress up a little, in a simple dark blue bell sleeve dress that fell to her knees, and light colored stockings. Boots had been traded in for flat mary janes, and even the beret and feather was forgone for the moment. Approaching the door, she knocked on it quickly, shifting weight from foot to foot as bag was held behind her back, not quite hidden behind such a tiny frame though. Bright blues lifted expectantly as she waited.